[CHAPTER III]
THE RACE
“Well, I feel better,” announced Bob Baker, with a satisfied sigh as he arose from the restaurant table.
“I should think you would!” commented Jerry. “You ate as much as the two of us,” and he nodded at Ned.
“I did not!” cried the indignant Chunky. “I’ll leave it to the waiter.”
“Oh, don’t call public attention to a thing like that,” put in Ned. “Let it go. Come on out and finish our ride. It’s too nice to be staying inside, even in a restaurant.”
It was a beautiful fall day. The fierceness of the summer heat had gone, but the tang of late fall had not yet come, and it was perfect weather for automobile riding.
Jerry and his chums were soon in the car once more, this time Ned taking the wheel. They drove out past the place where Mr. Hobson had met with his accident—an accident with a most fortunate outcome—and there the boys saw some men from the garage engaged in pulling the disabled car up the bank.
“That was some tumble!” called one of the men, as the boys paused to look on.
“You’d have thought so if you’d seen it,” agreed Jerry.